【Indomitable Truth】

The Knight King of Caliban stood alone in front of his holographic tactical projection, with only a few low-ranking Legion Liaison officers and mortal officers walking around behind him, constantly delivering important and cumbersome orders.

Coswayne and Astran have gone to the front line, they have their own warships and companies to command, the talent and strength of these best can only be used best when they are alone, they need to be responsible for the fate of an entire formation, not to stay by their own genetic protogens and obey orders.

And at this moment, Johnson actually doesn't need them, he has more magical, more powerful, and more unexplained and unexplained by pure science and technology.

The Genomorph of the First Legion stared at the divination instrument in front of him, and no one could notice that his turquoise eyes were flashing with a cyan brilliance from time to time, it was the psionic aura from his blood relatives, and whenever this color slipped by, the Knight King of Caliban would unconsciously frown: he had not been used to the feeling of being cast a spell on him by a psyker, even if that person was his blood relative.

But in the face of genuine functions and interests, he still temporarily compromised.

Perhaps to outsiders, the holographic projection in front of the Lord of the Dark Angels is actually no different from other similar products: the chaotic battlefield is outlined with rough beam lines and dense highlights, the dirty light representing the two forces of the Empire and Randan flickers all the time, stimulating every pair of pupils staring at the projection, and those dotted lines symbolizing the change of gravity and the scope of the explosion are also filling every inch of the area of engagement all the time......

Everything constitutes the chaotic three-dimensional projection in front of Johnson, and the [Indomitable Truth], which belongs to the First Legion, is constantly sending radar-like signals to the vast battlefield to recover the most timely situation on the battlefield.

There is no doubt that this method is incomparably slow, chaotic and unsafe, because the current void has become a battlefield where countless layers are intertwined: the battle of blood and fire in the real universe is only the most superficial layer, and in those places that no living organism can witness with their own eyes, whether it is the First Legion or the Randan fleet, they do not hesitate to put a large number of electronic waste codes and jamming signals into this battle, and these invisible weapons are even more deadly than the screaming shrapnel, But neither side has paid much attention to this, and just blindly makes every corner of this universe a meat grinder in every sense.

The battle continues: in reality, in communication, in the soul, no one knows how long this battle lasted, no one knows how many lives fell in the last moment, maybe a hundred of Randan's battleships have been reduced to wreckage orbiting the star Tuckers V, or maybe a million of Randan's berserk dead have been hit by the artillery fire of the Imperial defenders during the emergency landing, wailing and turning into charred corpses in the mercilessness of friction and flames.

But Ran Dan still did not break through the human empire's defense line around Tux Five, although they did not stop oppressing and attacking for a moment, although they had spent an unimaginably long time over this barren world, although they tried again and again to bypass or avoid this lonely world, or simply blew it to pieces, but all efforts and arrogant attempts were finally stopped by those who still had senses.

After a long, careful, and dangerous pre-battle arrangement by the Dark Angels manipulating their unknown ancient relics, Tux V has become an elaborate trap: Johnson's heirs activated the equipment buried under the surface of this ancient world, temporarily halting the rotation of this world. Countless elite Imperial auxiliaries and vast fortresses and artillery positions were completely occupied.

And above the dark side of Tux V, there are all the void traps placed by the dark angels, invisible miniature artificial black holes, gravitational anchors and asteroid belts ready to detonate at any time make every huge warship almost nowhere to hide, just like in the forward orbit of the Randan fleet, buried a whole minefield in the void, the First Legion even desperately expanded this minefield to most of the galaxy, all the Randan battleships that tried to bypass Tux V, all suffered the fate of ship destruction and death.

You know, Johnson and his sons have been preparing for several Terra standard months in this galaxy on and off, and no one knows what they have become of this unremarkable place, even the fleets of space wolves and salamanders can only move their positions cautiously under the guidance of the First Legion.

Vicious curses and scolding continued to be heard from the Alien command room, and each failed attempt made the Alien generals have a deeper understanding of the unfathomable downline of the First Legion, and after paying the price of no less than the battle losses on the front line, the Alien generals in charge of the command finally put away all their thoughts and began to go all out to carry out the remaining strategy.

Attack, destroy, land, occupy, and destroy every Mad King's minions, ending the battle before their great lord and the future engine that skews the future of the entire race reach the system.

No matter what they have to pay.

The craziest offensive began.

All of the Randan ships: whatever their mission was before, whether they could join the battle or not, were all thrown into the next offensive, every view of every Imperial ship had been taken over by an endless array of alien war engines, and the fleet loyal to the Holy Terra was like a white sail in a storm, crumbling and precarious.

But facts have proved that no matter how violent and how strong the wind and rain are, they cannot sink every warship that dares to challenge the sea.

The fleet of the First Legion has compiled the most brilliant death net in the pitch-black void, hundreds of capital ships have accurately filled every blank area on the firepower, and a brilliant and colorful and bizarre space postmodern painting has been swayed in the most monotonous and dead starry sky, and the roar of the warriors and the roar of the battleship are like the most cunning brushes. The blood and destruction of the aliens are painted as the most glorious scenes of art in the Great Expedition.

Every cannonball fired by the Dark Angels was the deadliest, as deadly as they were, and even the Void Shield and hull armor of the strongest Randan warship were as fragile as shriveled leaves in a rainstorm in the face of such an attack.

And more small warships and drones are always ready, they surround the capital ship, like loyal hounds lying at the feet of hunters, even if Ran Dan's battleships can get away with breaking through the fire network of the First Legion, their fate is only to be picketed by these sparrowhawks who look at death as home, and then they are treated intensively by hundreds of guns and light spears.

Unable to break through, unable to disintegrate, the countless Randan warships hovering at the edge of the firepower waited for the Imperial defenders to show even the slightest negligence, but they did not wait for a mistake from the Dark Angel until they were driven by a steady stream of allies and compulsive orders from higher levels to rush towards the dead place without a home.

The First Legion was like a perfect piece of music played by the gods of the clouds themselves, and every move they made did not leave even the slightest chance for Ran Dan's fleet, and Johnson's heirs cooperated tacitly and walked in unison, like an indestructible shield, firmly holding most of the air supremacy of Tuckers V in their own hands.

But that's not all, under the reckless offensive of the Alien Empire, after all, a part of the airspace was finally seized by Ran Dan's fleet, and hundreds of twisted warships pounced on these results at all costs, those most bulkiest warships covered the convoy carrying millions of troops, and at the same time that one steel giant beast after another was completely torn apart by the cannon fire of the Dark Angel, and the wreckage was captured by the gravitational pull of the planet, turned into burning scrap metal, and fell to the ground. Tens of thousands of airdrop warehouses were like a sudden meteor shower, leaving behind blood-red streamers that tore through the curtain on the gray sky of the barren world.

Relying on the relatively safe and reliable landing sites left by the vanguard troops, countless Ran Dan airdrop warehouses have been thrown into the soft sand of the barren world after experiencing the baptism of artillery fire from the defenders.

In the blink of an eye, the gray-white desert had completely disappeared, and Ran Dan's army was like a black sand storm on the grassland, emerging from every inch of the defender's field of vision without warning, the burly and magnificent, stubborn Ran Dan warriors were like trapped beasts that had broken free from their cages, their roars were connected, and hundreds of thousands of roars rang out together, even if they were more than ten kilometers away, they could be heard clearly.

Faintly, all kinds of armor can be seen in the dust raised by this army, artillery, warplanes, and even the vicious war engines modeled after the Titans are also looming in the frenzy of the invaders, testing the mental and physical of each defender.

The real war began.

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"According to the report on the ground, Randan's army has officially landed, Your Excellency Johnson, this time it is no longer the previous vanguard and reconnaissance force with a size of only a few hundred thousand people, we have found a large number of armored vehicles and heavy firepower weapons in Randan's array."

The non-commissioned officer's voice came from behind the genetic prototype, and Johnson did not look back, he only bowed slightly, indicating that he knew.

All of the Genoplasm's eyes were already focused on the holographic tactical projection in front of him, and his pupils were constantly flashing with cyan blue light.

From the moment the war broke out, the knight king of the Caliban was giving orders, although he did not receive any specific detailed reports from the front, but he was always able to easily point out any omissions and misunderstandings on the front line, he did not stop for a moment, countless orders poured out of his mouth, through the liaison officers behind him, conveyed to the hands of every senior officer or captain on the front line.

His orders were always accurate, direct, and even foreseen, which made more and more admiration and admiration turn into a silent gaze, converging on the knightly king of Caliban.

But only he knows what all this is all about.

Perhaps to outsiders, Johnson was just facing a holographic tactical projection, reasoning about the direction of the war from the vague, chaotic, and delayed information above, but in the lion king's pair of pupils, this was not the case.

Psionic energy, psionic energy from his blood relatives surrounded him, and with the cyan blue light years constantly brushing his eyes, Johnson in a sense reached a sharing of information with his blood relatives.

While Morgan was busy pinching the Wizard Ran Dan who dared to provoke her into complete soul fragments, she did not stop her role as a supporter: every soul she had accumulated in the past ten years was burning for Morgan's power at this time, and the Spider Empress could do far more than anyone could imagine.

Like a real birdcatcher spider waiting and watching its prey, Morgan's senses drifted over and over the battlefield over and over again with the rhythm of battle, her keen senses thousands of times more sophisticated and powerful than the best radar and information-gathering devices, and as she patrolled the battlefield over and over again, all the information she captured was reflected in Johnson's pupils through advance psionic perception.

So, when the knight king of Caliban looked at the holographic tactical projection in front of him, he could see not only where each of his ships was, but also what it had done in the past, what it was doing at this moment, and each ship was specially marked and explained: which squadron of which fleet it belonged to, how it was doing now, and even whether the morale of the soldiers it was carrying was high or on the verge of collapse.

Even the ambush pockets set up by the dark angels were marked one after another, allowing Johnson to clear the enemy ships around it in advance.

Who, where, what is the situation, which unit it belongs to, what is it just doing, what is the morale, what is the state, will it be threatened, will it be able to withstand the next round of damage and surprise attacks......

When the blue-blue light flickered in Johnson's eyes, he knew everything.

When he looked at the most detailed star map, the bloody war in front of him became some kind of difficult grid game.

He controlled, deployed, and ruthlessly sent worthless individuals to the most dangerous and outer positions, eroding the strength and morale of the alien fleet little by little, dividing the endless void into one grid after another, slowly breaking through one by one.

When the liaison officer reported to him again on the situation on the ground, Johnson did not even listen carefully: he believed in Vulcan's power.

For the current genetic protogen, what he needs to do most is to win this boring grid game with the powerful assistance of his blood relatives all the time.

The manuscript was actually eaten halfway through writing, and I almost collapsed.

Yes...... I slept first, and I decorated this one every day.

(End of chapter)